Why good grief?
Good grief as in… OMG I really don’t know what I’m feeling right in this very moment.
I am numb, yet I want to cry, but then I worry if I do cry, I’ll not be able to stop the tears flowing. I also want to scream but don’t seem to have the energy to give it justice and where exactly should I scream.
I literally have 8 minutes to write this post.
I won’t have time later.
I have to keep the promise to myself to write on Substack every day, come what may, for the whole year of being 49 years old/young.
Good grief, is there such a thing? I ask this question, because it’s the day after my friends funeral.
A heartbreaking experience.
What hit me the most was watching my dear friend Helen’s young children stand behind their mothers coffin. Her son Thomas who will be starting year 8, was unconsolable, he wore BIG sunglasses, I guess as a form of prot…